“Mr. Pendleton!”
“I wish you’d remember I’m not in the office of Carter, Rand & Seagraves now. Can’t you call me just Don?”
She did not answer.
“Because,” he explained, “I mean to call you Sally.”
“You mustn’t.”
“I mean to call you that all the rest of my life,” he went on more soberly. “Don’t you understand how much depends upon you?”
Startled, she glanced up swiftly. What she saw in his eyes made her catch her breath. He was speaking rapidly now:––
“Everything depends upon you––upon no one else in all the world but you. I discovered that in less than a day after you left. It’s been like that ever since I met you. I love you, and I’ve come down here to marry you––to take you back with me to the house that’s all ready––back to the house you’ve made ready.”
She gave a little cry and covered her face with her hands.
“Don’t do that,” he pleaded.